Chimes on the cold breeze
thighs twitch on a moving walkway
towns lift off and hover over
chutes of sucked-out beam-up light harangues
make coat hangers and corners tick
tapped pens and money lenses
aisles and hammered squares
rolls and packed pills
a falling anvil to catapult
the jutting geography of many boxes
dust-stuck eyelashes on glass
signed spheres and stamped DNA
liquids kept in unsampled classes
pricked by the moon's cap
an empty elevator in which she remembers
fainting for sex at the wolf's tongue
and printing table blankets.